This blog is an exploration of life purpose -- why we are here; what matters. It examines the spiritual tasks and truths that help us navigate, to do what we came here to do. Despite our amnesia. Despite pain and fear and loss. In the garden of shadow and light we cling to the day and lose it. This blog is about seeing through the dark.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Number Seventy One

Every conversation is driven by two things: the desire to be seen and the fear of being seen; the desire to connect against the fear of judgment.

In the life between lives, judgment is just recognition of whether something works. What we do is either effective, or not; it achieves its purpose, or not. There is no good/bad, no hierarchy of worth. Here, judgment is dangerous, dismembering the self; tearing off parts that are called bad and get disowned.

So we are funny or polite. We hide. And what's judged in us is thrown away -- the rejected self. In the quiet between bursts of laughter, between the small remarks, the disease of not belonging grows.